🎨 Freebie Friday — Fannish March Calendar (Willow, Riley)
Mar. 6th, 2026 07:46 pm
Welcome to “Freebie Friday”, my new series of (semi) recurring posts where I plan to offer as many graphic freebies as possible.
Here is double version of a fannish March calendar featuring Willow (BtVS) and Riley (BtVS) with quotes.
Click on the previews for the full size and download/save options


Edited from a free Canva template by Caeleste. Texts and Polaroid pic added with GIMP 3.0.
For personal use only. Do NOT sell or redistribute; linking back to this post is always okay.
See you next month with another character!
Poet's Corner: Verlaine Boit by Antoin Artaud
Mar. 5th, 2026 07:32 pmToday is National Absinthe Day, so please cavort as much as you dare with the Green Fairy!
Verlaine Boit by Antonin Artaud
"Il y aura toujours des grues au coin des rues,
Coquillages perdus sue les grèves stellaires
Du soir bleu qui n'est pas d'ici ni de la terre,
Où roulent des cabs aux élytres éperdues.
Et roulent moins que dans ma tête confondue
La pierre verte de l'absinthe au fond du verre,
Où je bois la perdition et les tonnerres
A venir du Seigneur pour calciner mon âme nue.
Ah! Qu'ils tournent les fuseaux mêles des rues
Et filent l'entrelacs des hommes et des femmes
Ainsi qu'une araignée qui tisserait sa trame
Avec les filaments des âmes reconnues."
Verlaine Drinks [translation from this website: http://www.absinthe.se/]
"There will always be whores on street corners,
Lost shells stranded on the stellar shores
Of a blue dusk which belongs neither here nor on earth
Where taxis roll by like bewildered beetles.
But they roll less than in my whirling head
The green gem of absinthe deep in the glass
Where I drink perdition and the thunder
Of the Lord's judgement to roast my naked soul.
Ah! How the tangled spindles of the streets
Turn and spin the fabric of men and women,
As if a spider were weaving her web.
Degas' L’Absinthe

Verlaine Boit by Antonin Artaud
"Il y aura toujours des grues au coin des rues,
Coquillages perdus sue les grèves stellaires
Du soir bleu qui n'est pas d'ici ni de la terre,
Où roulent des cabs aux élytres éperdues.
Et roulent moins que dans ma tête confondue
La pierre verte de l'absinthe au fond du verre,
Où je bois la perdition et les tonnerres
A venir du Seigneur pour calciner mon âme nue.
Ah! Qu'ils tournent les fuseaux mêles des rues
Et filent l'entrelacs des hommes et des femmes
Ainsi qu'une araignée qui tisserait sa trame
Avec les filaments des âmes reconnues."
Verlaine Drinks [translation from this website: http://www.absinthe.se/]
"There will always be whores on street corners,
Lost shells stranded on the stellar shores
Of a blue dusk which belongs neither here nor on earth
Where taxis roll by like bewildered beetles.
But they roll less than in my whirling head
The green gem of absinthe deep in the glass
Where I drink perdition and the thunder
Of the Lord's judgement to roast my naked soul.
Ah! How the tangled spindles of the streets
Turn and spin the fabric of men and women,
As if a spider were weaving her web.
Degas' L’Absinthe

dahlia day!
Mar. 5th, 2026 06:14 pmI removed the dahlia tubers from their cool spot by the back door over the weekend, but didn't get to putting them in dirt until today.
Last year I put them straight into large containers that they lived in all summer. They grew taller than me and had to have supports constructed around them so they wouldn't fall over. I put a freeze cloth over them to keep them blooming late into the fall, and between them and a few pots of cannas they transformed our back deck into an amazing jungle.
This year I have too many overwintering plants already, plus more dahila tubers than last year, and I do not have space for giant containers indoors, let alone indoors under high-powered grow lights. So the dahlias went into little containers from which they will be transplanted to a garden in... two months. Which surely will not be enough time for them to turn into beanstalks that I regret starting early!
( pictures )
Last year I put them straight into large containers that they lived in all summer. They grew taller than me and had to have supports constructed around them so they wouldn't fall over. I put a freeze cloth over them to keep them blooming late into the fall, and between them and a few pots of cannas they transformed our back deck into an amazing jungle.
This year I have too many overwintering plants already, plus more dahila tubers than last year, and I do not have space for giant containers indoors, let alone indoors under high-powered grow lights. So the dahlias went into little containers from which they will be transplanted to a garden in... two months. Which surely will not be enough time for them to turn into beanstalks that I regret starting early!
( pictures )
that poem Sonya wrote about Ny in 2022
Mar. 4th, 2026 11:33 pmMost of you -- or perhaps all of you -- will understand why I am currently fixated on the last three lines of the Sonya Taaffe poem "The House Snakes: For Nyani Martin":
...our earth will always shake,
our restless scales unfurling to enfold
your arms of wine-dark honey as you come home.
The full poem appears in issue 44 of "Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy".
...our earth will always shake,
our restless scales unfurling to enfold
your arms of wine-dark honey as you come home.
The full poem appears in issue 44 of "Uncanny: A Magazine of Science Fiction and Fantasy".
Post and Jam: We're Here for a Good Time (Not a Long Time) by Trooper [1977]
Mar. 4th, 2026 07:36 pmFandom 50 #1
I'm trying another March to March round of Fandom 50 (the challenge where you try to make fifty themed posts in a year), and this time around I thought I'd focus on Canadian music. As a bit of extra fun for myself, I'm going to try to find one song I love per year from the past fifty years—and as it happens, 1977 gave us one of my all-time faves.
We're Here for a Good Time (Not a Long Time) by Trooper
I'm trying another March to March round of Fandom 50 (the challenge where you try to make fifty themed posts in a year), and this time around I thought I'd focus on Canadian music. As a bit of extra fun for myself, I'm going to try to find one song I love per year from the past fifty years—and as it happens, 1977 gave us one of my all-time faves.
We're Here for a Good Time (Not a Long Time) by Trooper
Word: Viridescent
Mar. 4th, 2026 04:02 pmI got this one from
prettygoodword. The low-key theme for March is 'shades of green.'
viridescent [vir-i-des-uhnt]
adjective
slightly green; greenish
origin
Viridescent was first used in the 1800s, by botanists who used Latin to name plants.

viridescent [vir-i-des-uhnt]
adjective
slightly green; greenish
origin
Viridescent was first used in the 1800s, by botanists who used Latin to name plants.

🎨 Banner Art #36 — For my new drabble fic
Mar. 4th, 2026 03:18 pm
I present a NEW banner that I made for another round of Short & Spuffy, available exclusively at Sunnydale After Dark.
(the banner is scaled down to 500px; full width: 910px)

➤ “Riding Shotgun on the Hunt” ~~~ Rating: [PG-13] ~ Drabbles ~ Published: March 4, 2026
It goes without saying that, like all the others, this banner is just showcased and NOT free to use since it already belongs to its own story.
( CREDITS: stock images )
using one wearable (improves HRV) to make another wearable give me a better grade (in HRV)
Mar. 3rd, 2026 10:40 pmfriend: how does it improve HRV?
me: I have no idea. I still haven't got a clear explanation of what heart rate variability even is, so.
me: basically I'm using one piece of technology I don't understand to make another piece of technology I don't understand do a thing. That I don't understand. am I winning? I'm not sure.
friend: i think you are very much winning!!! you've improved the thing you don't understand by using a variety of incomprehensible tools. How could there be a downside?
me: I have no idea. I still haven't got a clear explanation of what heart rate variability even is, so.
me: basically I'm using one piece of technology I don't understand to make another piece of technology I don't understand do a thing. That I don't understand. am I winning? I'm not sure.
friend: i think you are very much winning!!! you've improved the thing you don't understand by using a variety of incomprehensible tools. How could there be a downside?
Views & News
Mar. 3rd, 2026 09:39 pm1. On Saturday, I went to my meditation friend's funeral. It was a very nice service. I wore the same blouse I bought to wear to the wedding with my Air Force client.
2. Yesterday, it snowed and I got stuck AGAIN! This time I was trying to drive up an icy driveway after dark. The wheels were spinning and I thought I was going to slide back directly into the tree. I was so flustered. I put the emergency brake on and ran back to the house (the wrong house!). Eventually, the daughter-in-law of my client drove my car up the hill. Life is determined to teach me how to drive in this weather.
3. March is National Craft Month. On Sunday, I worked with Minisculus to finish a gumball pinball machine from a kit.

2. Yesterday, it snowed and I got stuck AGAIN! This time I was trying to drive up an icy driveway after dark. The wheels were spinning and I thought I was going to slide back directly into the tree. I was so flustered. I put the emergency brake on and ran back to the house (the wrong house!). Eventually, the daughter-in-law of my client drove my car up the hill. Life is determined to teach me how to drive in this weather.
3. March is National Craft Month. On Sunday, I worked with Minisculus to finish a gumball pinball machine from a kit.

In Memoriam: tragic, shocking news about minoanmiss
Mar. 3rd, 2026 08:55 pmVia a post from
goss: tragic, shocking news about
minoanmiss AKA Rubynye on AO3.
My icon says "sad" but this is way beyond that. I am utterly shocked and crushed.
minoanmiss and I met once at a con and I hoped to meet up again...and now never will. We communicated regularly on DW and often sent each other postal mail...and now never will again.
May her memory be a blessing...and an inspiration.
My icon says "sad" but this is way beyond that. I am utterly shocked and crushed.
May her memory be a blessing...and an inspiration.